Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

Prince Lushan was stunned.

At this moment, he was really a little scared.

His fingers couldn't help but clench the jade folding fan in his palm, and a smile appeared on his face.

Took a step forward.

"This person looks familiar, but I really don't know him."

He is quite good at telling lies with his eyes open.

Being able to conceal the shock in his eyes without showing it was already better than most children from aristocratic families.

"is it?"

"It seems that I misunderstood Prince Lushan."

"Should I say sorry to His Royal Highness?"

Xia Zhiyuan did not show any fear in front of this group of arrogant royal relatives.

On the contrary, Xia Zhiyuan behaved more like a superior, a real person in power.

The sun was setting, and a slight breeze blew the snow-white rabbit fur behind Xia Zhiyuan. Her fingertips picked up a bunch of grapes that were on a jade-white porcelain plate.

The scroll held in the shadow guard's hand was also dancing slightly in the air. Prince Lushan lowered his eyes and smiled, pretending to be modest.

"Of course not. Your Excellency is just a little more urgent in investigating the case. I can understand that."

Looking at him like this, Xia Zhiyuan knew that this person was stubborn and it seemed that he had to use some of his best skills.

Slender fingers put down the white porcelain teacup, but before Xia Zhiyuan could speak, a group of shadow guards had already knelt down at the door of the Pear Garden.

They said in unison.

"See Your Majesty!"

"May your Majesty be safe!"

Xia Zhiyuan looked back and saw Zhao Changlin, wearing a golden and black robe, walking towards him.

Behind Zhao Changlin were a group of hurried eunuchs and palace maids, but these people were not wearing palace costumes.

Your Highness, it would be more accurate to say that you left the palace openly rather than quietly.

The originally arrogant and domineering Prince Lushan also knelt down quickly. He stared at Zhao Changlin's pair of black boots.

The tone is humble.

"I have met His Majesty."

"Bless your Majesty."

However, although he appeared humble, he did not think so in his heart. He was confused and wondered when this woman had informed His Majesty of the news and invited the big Buddha over.

Zhao Changlin looked around, raised her eyebrows, and ignored the group of people. Instead, she looked at Xia Zhiyuan who was sitting on the mahogany chair with some concern.

Open your mouth to persuade.

"And when did you leave the palace without my knowledge?"

"Didn't I tell Zhiyuan that you should let me know in advance before doing anything?"

In front of others, Zhao Changlin's tone was somewhat majestic, unlike when they were alone, when he was whispering to each other.

Xia Zhiyuan looked at His Highness with a smile.

He handed over the teacup in his hand.

The tea was still warm, as the owner of the opera house had just replaced it with another one.

"Your Highness, would you like to drink?"

Prince Lushan, who was kneeling on the ground, was horrified. Now everyone in the world knew that the eldest princess had succeeded to the throne, so he had to follow the etiquette and rules of the palace.

Even if the late emperor is still alive, he must be respectfully addressed as Your Majesty.

But now, how come this woman is so fearless that she even dares to directly address His Majesty as "Your Highness".

Is she really not afraid of death, or has His Majesty indulged her to this extent?

"I have never been used to the tea here. I did watch a few plays when I was in the princess's mansion."

"Compared with the tributes from the palace, it is indeed far inferior."

"However, if Zhiyuan personally delivered it, then we can try it and see how it tastes."

Hold out your palm.

Zhao Changlin motioned to Xia Zhiyuan to hand over the white porcelain teacup. She looked up and saw the costumes on the stage.

Looks very familiar.

It's like a play I watched when I was young.

Unexpectedly, this play is still very popular today and the opera theater is still rehearsing it.

The posture is lazy.

Zhao Changlin leaned on the back of his chair and ignored Prince Lushan who was kneeling on the ground, as if he didn't even notice this person.

"Is the play being performed on this stage about the three-dynasty elders?"

The gentle questioning made the owner of the opera house tremble with fear.

However, Your Majesty had visited this opera garden before when she was still Princess Changyi, so the owner of the opera garden was relatively calm.

Wiping the sweat from his head with his sleeve, the opera house owner continued to bend over and grovel.

"To reply to your majesty, it is indeed this play."

He didn't dare to say more.

The eloquent tongue that I used to entertain guests in the past is not meant to be used to talk nonsense in front of Your Majesty.

"Then continue playing the music and performing."

"I want to see it."

I can sense everything, but I say nothing.

This made Prince Lushan feel very uneasy, although he denied the person in Xia Zhiyuan's painting without changing his expression or heartbeat.

But since the blame could be traced back to me, it proves that this woman Xia Zhiyuan must have used some evil witchcraft.

In order to achieve your own goals.

Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor appeared here today to track down... the assassin?

He began to feel afraid, but his years of experience in dealing with people made him remain calm. He stood straight and knelt properly.

……

The beating of gongs and drums continued.

Even though the actors on the stage were nervous, they dared not mess up the play.

How many people in this world can perform a play for the current emperor?

If they sing well, they will naturally be rewarded with gold and silver, but if His Majesty is not pleased with their singing, then - their lives will be in jeopardy, that's another matter.

"The government and the people are all corrupt and treacherous."

"I am the loyal minister of the emperor."

Looking at the figures coming and going on the stage, the actors in bright red costumes were marching in square steps and singing melodiously.

Zhao Changlin only took a quick glance and then set his sights on Xia Zhiyuan.

The tone of voice was much worse than what she had heard before. She thought that the person performing on the stage should be an actor who had recently taken on the leading role in this opera theater.

"Your Highness, didn't you say you wanted to watch a play?"

"Why is it that now that the singing has started on the stage, Your Majesty doesn't watch it?"

Xia Zhiyuan listened carefully. This was somewhat similar to the folk gossip he liked to read every day. He thought that it was also adapted from stories passed down orally by the common people.

The more popular a play is, the more people will never get tired of watching it.

Especially this kind of drama where the judge is in power and helps the people to redress their grievances.

It is no different from the cool novels of today.

"This play by the three-dynasty veteran is sung at the right time."

"I guess I don't have to watch it."

Zhao Changlin raised his hand and took the album from behind the shadow guard, then threw it casually, and the exquisite album fell to the ground.

The tone was quite nonchalant.

"Lu Shan, take another look. Do you recognize this person?"

The slender fingers drooped, and Zhao Changlin could still hear the loud drums and gongs of the opera on the stage.

Prince Lu Shan's heart was already chilled at this time. If he had known this would happen, he should not have ordered this song when he came in.

A veteran of three dynasties.